colossal liars at a funeral

nothing brings out the rats like a eulogy---

they come scampering out from the sewage drains &

all dressed in whimpering black,

show up because they have to make an appearance

in order to keep up some kind of rep

in order to make good with the other slithering snakes

who may still be wondering about the

will,

regardless of whether or not the deceased in question

really was a “good” person

(whatever that means).

 

and if the person was a f**k

as so many of us are in life

then the eulogy is the time when all the bullshit is

concentrated,

when you can close your eyes,

throw a rock & hit a bushel full of lies---

people making up stories that never really happened

(who’s gonna argue?),

people sharing emotions that aren’t even there,

all for the sake of the

living---

because those of us who really did know so & so

are supposed to be broken up & torn inside,

and for some reason this obligatory tradition

is supposed to bring some kind of closure to us

so that we can go back to work on monday &

continue to provide for the machine as

good little workers.